This is CDA...dusting?
I just went out to check the ice on Fernan Lake. What I was doing was to drive along the lake and see how many people were out on it...ONE. Not good enough for me.
On my way back I noticed a car parked in the opposite lane, running, with a dude in it looking like he had passed out. I backed up to him and pounded on his partially open window. No response. So I opened the door and jostled him awake. He had a can of "dust off" in his hand..the kind of thing that you use to clean your keyboard. It is a new type of "high" that kids are using. "Dusting" Here's an article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8714725/
It came through our network a couple of weeks ago, and I'm glad I was able to recognize it. I stood there and the guy got more coherent as we talked. I asked him where he was headed...he mentioned a road on the OTHER side of town. At this time, our FS law enforcement guy just HAPPENED to be coming down the road, so I flagged him down. He took control of the situation. And called the Sheriff.
They were talking to each other and I went on point at the rear passenger side of this guy's vehicle...noticed him tucking ANOTHER can of this shit under his leg. I made him unlock the passenger side door and again gave him a verbal licking. "Dude, you are NOT accomplishing anything with this shit. You're in a heap of trouble right now. Act right!" I gave this second container to law enforcement.
I talked to the fella. I asked him about ice fishing and why his car was all beat up. Trying to keep him in place, then FS law took over...then the sheriff took over. I gave them my info and took off. "You can stay if you want" they said. Nah.
The guy had a serious history. It's good I found him on this icy road. I couldn't STAND on this road without sliding around. He was driving on it FUBAR.
Makes me wonder about what I have gotten myself into here. Just last year I was canoeing on Fernan lake and had kids try to break into my truck. (I saw them do it and was paddling like a madman to confront them.)
It is not the life I grew up knowing and it all makes me very paranoid.
On my way back I noticed a car parked in the opposite lane, running, with a dude in it looking like he had passed out. I backed up to him and pounded on his partially open window. No response. So I opened the door and jostled him awake. He had a can of "dust off" in his hand..the kind of thing that you use to clean your keyboard. It is a new type of "high" that kids are using. "Dusting" Here's an article:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8714725/
It came through our network a couple of weeks ago, and I'm glad I was able to recognize it. I stood there and the guy got more coherent as we talked. I asked him where he was headed...he mentioned a road on the OTHER side of town. At this time, our FS law enforcement guy just HAPPENED to be coming down the road, so I flagged him down. He took control of the situation. And called the Sheriff.
They were talking to each other and I went on point at the rear passenger side of this guy's vehicle...noticed him tucking ANOTHER can of this shit under his leg. I made him unlock the passenger side door and again gave him a verbal licking. "Dude, you are NOT accomplishing anything with this shit. You're in a heap of trouble right now. Act right!" I gave this second container to law enforcement.
I talked to the fella. I asked him about ice fishing and why his car was all beat up. Trying to keep him in place, then FS law took over...then the sheriff took over. I gave them my info and took off. "You can stay if you want" they said. Nah.
The guy had a serious history. It's good I found him on this icy road. I couldn't STAND on this road without sliding around. He was driving on it FUBAR.
Makes me wonder about what I have gotten myself into here. Just last year I was canoeing on Fernan lake and had kids try to break into my truck. (I saw them do it and was paddling like a madman to confront them.)
It is not the life I grew up knowing and it all makes me very paranoid.
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